No spoilers! I swear.
Why is this proclamation important? Well, besides letting you know I’m a courteous gal, it serves as a warning for any other review of this novel you might read. There are things that can be spoiled, my friends. Important things.
A few days ago I found myself with a few unscheduled hours and when the books in my TBR pile started fluttering their little pages at me, well, I couldn’t resist. I chose The Man From Primrose Lane based on the recommendation of a good friend and the intriguing description from Amazon.
In West Akron, Ohio, there lived a reclusive elderly man who always wore mittens, even in July. He had no friends and no family; all over town, he was known as the Man from Primrose Lane. And on a summer day, someone murdered him.
Fast-forward four years. David Neff, the bestselling author of a true-crime book about an Ohio serial killer, is a broken man after his wife’s inexplicable suicide. When an unexpected visit from an old friend introduces him to the strange mystery of “the man with a thousand mittens,” David decides to investigate. What he finds draws him back into a world he thought he had left behind forever. And the closer David gets to uncovering the true identity of the Man from Primrose Lane, the more he begins to understand the dangerous power of his own obsessions and how they may be connected to the deaths of both the old hermit and his beloved wife.
I love a good mystery but I’m also a big fan of ooey gooey boy-meets-girl, sarcastic-friend-of-girl-provides-sidekick-hilarity, boy-proposes-to-girl-on-Ferris Wheel, kind of stories. Sometimes, I like to step out of my comfort zone. BAM! Boy-meets-emotionally-stunted-girl, man-with-mittens, serial killers and ____ oops, almost said too much. With this novel I was so far away from my comfort zone I needed my passport to get back to it.
I would like to tell you more about this book. I really would. But I can’t because that would be rude. I had the glorious experience of reading it without any preconceived notion beyond, “a peculiar mystery” so I was able to enjoy every, “what the hell,” “Oooh, I bet I know what’s going on,” “I have no idea what’s going on,” “I need to pee but cannot put this book down and it’s not good hygiene to take the Kindle in to the bathroom due to the splash-zone” moment.
For those of you who follow me here and know what a girly-girl I am, let me forewarn, this is not a feel-good book, though in a weird way it is. SEE? It’s a mystery wrapped in a riddle, drizzled with an enigma. There are some uncomfortable themes. As a parent, there were a few moments of anxiety that made me want to up the dosage on my Zoloft, but they were fleeting.
What begins as an interesting tale, suddenly and WITHOUT WARNING, Thank you very much, Mr. RENNER, grabs you by the shoulders, sprinkles fire ants on your oatmeal and tells you Santa Claus is coming for dinner but he won’t be wearing pants. “What the hell are you talking about,” you ask? Precisely. Now you’re starting to get it.
Mr. Renner, YOU are a masterful yarn-weaver. *GASP* I said yarn-weaver and the main character wears mittens. *claps for me* If you ever get to Kansas I would very much like to take you to dinner so I can pick your twisty brain. I would love nothing more than to eat chips and queso and listen to the story ABOUT the story unfold.
If you’ve read The Man from Primrose Lane I would love to know what you thought, but not here. I’m dedicating a special place on my personal blog for comments so we won’t give anything away. Shhh. Click here for Mini Book Club at my place!